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Chapter 10: Squabbles of the Heart/Less Talking, More Sexing! Well, as I had expected, there have been mixed reviews on the story at large. Nanna Manners is getting confused whenever I break the flow of the story to put in a flashback. But at least she’s still enjoying herself. Comedian was the complete opposite. He liked the constant change in writing style; found it refreshing. He also liked how I didn’t drag on and on with the latest conflict. J. Caesar officially c
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525,600 Minutes/In Daylights, Sunsets, Midnights, and Cups of Coffee?!
Young Sage posted new chapter in Slash Work
Chapter 9: 525,600 Minutes/In Daylights, Sunsets, Midnights, and Cups of Coffee?! Six days. It’s been six days. BobBobbyBobbert: ‘Suspense! Drama! Filler! There better be scorching mansmut after all the pain you’re putting us through!’ Phlegm: ‘Even though I could see it coming a mile away, I must say, I was still surprised as to what happened at the end. It was how you approached it that was novel.’ Our pro -
Chapter 8: Play Date/Kiss Already! “I was NOT getting political!” “He is something of an ass.” “Make the story more real and believable.” “There are some total gems in there. It’s all your fault.” “You are evil. I like torture :)” “You are too much of a tease damn it!” “I feel the need to strangle you.” “What the hell.” I was almost done with my project by the time I had to go to Chad’s the next day. What’s worse is that this morning, when I w
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Chapter 7: Recovery/How Do I Explain This?! Chad walked over to the guest chair and sat down. His whole demeanor changed instantly. He breathed a heavy sigh. “Dude, that was some fucked up shit,” he said. “So what happened then?” I asked. “Why can’t I remember any of it?” “I don’t know why you can’t remember any of it. Maybe it’s just because your brain’s trying to repress it or something. Denial of the whole
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Chapter 6: Starving For Truth/What Was Up With That Cliffie?! I woke up on my couch. I wondered where I was briefly before realizing that I was in my room. It was then that I noticed that I had a KILLER headache. Then, I realized something much worse. My ass hurt like a motherfucker. Though no one else was in the room to see it, my eyes widened and I frozen completely. No...dear God no! Not that. Please God, not that! I started crying right there on the spot.
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Chapter 5: Unexpected Consequences/How The Heck Did That Happen?! So my fourth chapter was significantly better than my third. Thank God for that! The character development seems to be going along pretty smoothly, as well as the overall plot. Readers are getting into it by now. They seem to love it. Comedian thinks the story’s getting better and better, and is URGING Guy A to see what’s happening right in front of him. Haha, nope! My character’s as dumb as a brick. G
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Chapter 4: Suppression Depression/Why Is This So Depressing!? Sooo...things haven’t been going so well. I still have no idea who sent me that text message. Probably just some random idiot who just sent a message to a random number that just happened to be mine. And the most recent chapter hasn’t been universally liked as I had planned. One reader “wo-mon” even went as far as to send me a big-ass review containing some constructive criticism. Now, I really appreciate the
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Chapter 3: Answering the Call/How Did I Make It Work!? Through the power of will, positive thinking, determination, magic, and Satanic rituals, I was able to get the second chapter done on time and posted it on the Internet. I hope to God that the readers won’t notice the sudden, abrupt change in Guy A. Or, if they do, that they won’t mind it too much. It’s only the second chapter. They haven’t had the chance to settle in with the characters yet. Unf
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Chapter 2: Rewritten History/I WILL Make It Work! Huh. So my story seemed to have produced a couple of reviews from readers. I say “huh,” even though in reality I was screaming with joy. I GOT REVIEWS!!! PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ IT! AND THEY LIKED IT! I didn’t get a mountain of reviews, but I wasn’t expecting that much anyway. I actually expected NO ONE to review it. So, suffice to say, I am really happy right now. I got one from a reviewer named “Na
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Chapter 1: Prologue/Why Won’t They Get Together!? “...and he was heading right for me!” There. That should be enough of a cliffhanger for the readers. Though is it too cliche? I wonder. How many times have I heard that one as a cliffie? Oooooh, the big, strong jock with a heart of gold is coming right up to the male protagonist, who is a social nobody in the high school system! I’ve NEVER seen that one before! Bah! The readers will eat it up anyw
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Nick is a gay amateur writer, writing gay amateur fiction on an online site. Curiously, his story and his own life are drawing parallels from one another...
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Only Anthony is well dressed. Shawn gets his clothes from Walmart. [/completely missing the point]
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Anthony is nothing short of a sexy miracle worker (one who will threaten to steal your lunch money, but one nonetheless).
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Black Star Cross Chapter 49: Chess “Dude, I’m driving you home,” he said, a little while later. I was lying on the couch, shirtless, and watching the news. He had just emerged from the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn in his hands. He, of course, was also shirtless. I’d explain, but... “Awww, but House is on tonight, and I don’t have cable,” was my lame excuse. “House isn’t on tonight, it’s on a station
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Black Star Cross Chapter 48: Breakup and Breakdown (Part 5) “Shawn, what are you doing here?” he questioned. “As a matter of fact, how did you get here?” “Emmy brought me,” I answered to his second question. “And the reason I came here is the same reason I gave before. Brett was in trouble, and I wanted to help. I was at Emmy’s, told her about Brett, and asked if I could come here.” Anthony gave me an odd look, like he was ana
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Black Star Cross Chapter 47: Breakup and Breakdown (Part 4) “It’s gonna be okay,” Anthony said, in just barely above an audible whisper. “It’s going to be okay, dude. Okay?” “Fuck. I don’t want to fucking do this anymore! I’m tired of it!” yelled Brett, still weeping into Anthony. By this time, Anthony was effectively cradling Brett in his arms. I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, obviously, Anthony wasn’t holding Bre
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Black Star Cross Chapter 46: Breakup and Breakdown (Part 3) “What in heavens brings you here?” she asked, ushering me inside. “Quite frankly, I don’t know myself,” I replied. “And where’s Anthony?” she continued. “Anthony and I aren’t joined at the hip, you know,” I said, evading answering her question. “Did you two have a fight?” Man, she’s good. Can she read minds
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Black Star Cross Chapter 45: Breakup and Breakdown (Part 2) My eyes widened. “Brett’s suicidal?” I asked in disbelief. “I don’t know, bro,” Keith said, trying to stifle his tears. “I hope not, but look at the obvious! He’s obviously in some kind of trouble, mentally, so what else CAN he be?” “I just don’t get why Brett, of all people, would be the one to snap. He’s more popular than Anthony.”
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Black Star Cross Chapter 44: Breakup and Breakdown (Part 1) One more month until graduation. It’s early-May, and it’s one more month until graduation. As long as I don’t utterly bomb my exams, I’ll be free from this wretched hellhole in one month’s time. Have I mentioned that it’s one more month until graduation yet? All the senior class is psyched for this monumental event. And by “psyched,” I mean “blowing off all homework and barely passing t
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Black Star Cross Chapter 43: Legal Two months later... Never did find out what that phone call was about. Weather is starting to warm up now. Better, it being April and all. Snow is finally gone. It’s going to be harder for me to freeze to death, should I run away from home again and sleep outside. I’m getting that much closer to graduating and never having to step foot inside this school building ever again, nor see anybody in this hellhole ever again as well.
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Black Start Cross Chapter 42: A Valentine Carol Twas Valentine’s Day, and all throughout school, there was pink everywhere, on every nail and screw. All the children were happy, and love was in the air, or at least to the guys, their lust they could lay out to bare. There will be pregnancies tonight, the girls will be easy, for sappy love can make, even the most righteous girl sleazy. The rhymes kept popping in my mind. I thought about writing th
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Black Star Cross Chapter 41: Keith Must Die “WHAT?!?” I yelled, totally taken aback. “Bro, I’m just messing with ya,” he laughed, patting me on the shoulder. The shocked expression was still on my face. “Bro, it’s a joke,” he said, looking at me like he was trying to describe to a preschooler what a train is. “I’m not really gay. I don’t really...” “I get it, Keith!” I hissed, getting m
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Black Star Cross Chapter 39: Extended Recess Anthony tried to slip off my jeans, but was having some trouble. I wiggled my way out of them, leaving me completely in the nude, like Anthony. I wasn’t completely hard yet, but I knew that I would get there soon enough. Interestingly enough, the previous blow job that I gave Anthony must’ve made him sweat furiously, because his head was really damp, and his unique scent was strong in his hair. Anthony
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Black Star Cross Chapter 38: Playtime “...are you really gonna do it?” he asked. We both blushed. What had I gotten myself into? “Yeah, I guess. I mean, if you want to,” I supplied. More silence. Something was telling me that I might be in for a long, celibate life if I stick with this insecure jock. “I guess. I mean, that’s what you were about to do, right?” was his intelligent repl
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Black Star Cross Chapter 40: Silence “I just don’t know what to do with him anymore, Mother.” She’s talking to Grandma? And why am I related to this conversation? “I know. But you don’t understand, Mother. You’ve never had me or Alice run away from home before. You’ve never had to worry about why we would do such a thing, or where you went wrong in your parenting. I mean, God, why else do you think I decided to start drinki
